When One Remains Without Thinking One Understands

The State Of Self-realization, As We Call It, Is Not Attaining Something New Or Reaching Some Goal Which Is Far Away, But Simply Being That Which You Always Are And Which You Always Have Been.

The Search "who Am I"...ends In The Annihilation Of The Illusory "i" And The Self Which Remains Over Will Be As Clear As A Gooseberry In The Palm Of One's Hand.

That Which Rises And Sinks Is Made Up Of What It Rises From. The Finality Of The Universe Is The God Arunachala. Meditating On Him Or On The Seer, The Self, There Is A Mental Vibration 'i' To Which All Are Reduced. Tracing The Source Of 'i', The Primal 'i-i' Alone Remains Over, And It Is Inexpressible. The Seat Of Realisation Is Within And The Seeker Cannot Find It As An Object Outside Him. That Seat Is Bliss And Is The Core Of All Beings. Hence It Is Called The Heart. The Only Useful Purpose Of The Present Birth Is To Turn Within And Realise It. There Is Nothing Else To Do.

The Seeker Himself Becomes The Knower. The Thing To Be Known Is Already There. There Is Nothing To Be Known Afresh. More-over There Are No Two Things. There Is Only The Seer, The Knower.

The Master Is Within; Meditation Is Meant To Remove The Ignorant Idea That He Is Only Outside. If He Is A Stranger Whom You Await, He Is Bound To Disappear Also. What Is The Use Of A Transient Being Like That? But So Long As You Think You Are Separate Or That You Are The Body, An External Master Is Also Necessary And He Will Appear To Have A Body. When The Wrong Identification Of Oneself With The Body Ceases, The Master Will Be Found To Be None Other Than The Self.